The hand of the Undead Elder was raised, his wrinkled hand trembling slightly.
Ding ling~
Beside him, the Undead Elder rang the bell, and at that moment, an undead sitting cross-legged under the Tree of Shelter opened its eyes, flames like green blaze burning within. Its bare chest was full of scars.
With several leaps, the shirtless undead arrived in front of the treehouse. After tidying up its appearance, it raised its hand and knocked on the wooden door lightly.
"Come in."
An aged voice came from within the wooden door. The undead outside gently pushed the door open, and as he saw the scene inside, his pupils shrank rapidly, a terrifying aura exploding forth.
"Enlightenment, what's wrong?"
The shirtless undead hurried forward. The elder sitting on the wooden bed lifted his head, blood covering his mouth and nose.
"Iron Hand Bai Ye, find him and kill him. Only then will we have a future."
The Undead Elder pressed a single hand to his chest area.
